#derrystarters

Sundays were always so slow at the Townhouse Inn -- Then again, what days weren’t anymore? It’s not like it was a holiday season, or summer break. It was just the end of March. Not even any spring-breakers left to claim a room upstairs. But, Lola didn’t mind the peace and quiet, sat back in an old reclining chair, in the lobby, a book in hand, eyes studying each page with wonder as she moved onto the next. 

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It was almost a daily occurrence to hear the brunette boy swearing the aisles of seats in the empty theaters at The Aladdin, as he swept popcorn from the floors and scraped chewed bubblegum from the bottom of seats. He’d gotten cozy at the little theater in town, just after graduating from college, and as he progressed into adulthood, despite outgrowing his dead-end career, wasting his degree, and hating nearly every moment he was there, he was too invested to just throw in the towel -- so was his rent, running him dry nearly every month. But, as his sneakers sloshed against the carpets below, an empty soda cup surely to blame, he let out a groan that could have been heard from the lobby, leaning his broom against the wall only to grab a snickers bar and head outside, leaning near the front doors, watching the cars drive by.

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It was one of those rare moments when Ezra had slipped away from Jaden’s side, if only to pick up supplies. As the days wore on, they were getting closer and closer to him being released and getting the clear to go home, and the brunette would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it. The bags and dark circles under her eyes were enough of a tell that she wasn’t getting enough rest, though you’d never hear her complain about it. Currently, she stood in one of the aisles at the Red Apple, contemplating whether she should force a healthy snack on the boy or whether she should give in to both of their cravings for junk food. However, feeling a bump to her side, Ezra rubbed at her tired eyes and did her best to move out of the way, a guilty expression on her face. 

twenty-seven years. such a long time between meals. 

“Before I explain myself, can you at least give me your honest opinion? I literally chopped my hair, and I’ve never been anything but blonde. This is... weird for me, too.” Sabrina rambled, an obvious sign that something was wrong. After all, how often did women make such drastic beauty decisions without reason for it? 

TEXTS : KITTY & OPEN